Back in the old city
Down the memory lanes
Treading the frozen times of yesterday
.
Remembering our dances in rain
I can almost feel the touch of your hands.
And smell the lost scents of your laughs.
.
What dissolved those moments of love?
When did one shadow abandon the other?
Why did the sands have a single set of footprints?
.
No vows of staying close.
No conditions to walk together.
No binds to name the relationship.
.
Yet cold winters later
These glorious summer storms,
Find your name as a sigh on my lips.
Memories are funny, indeed.
Bittersweet memories but beautifully written, Prajakta!
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Thank you Erika ❤
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You are welcome, Prajakta 💖
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So beautifully melancholy, Prajakta. These are feeling that all of us encounter, but you have manage to take the sadness and write a heartfelt poem. ❤
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Thanks a lot, Robb ❤
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The pain, the longing, the joyous memories, danced in your poetic imagery.
Beautifully put, Prajakta!
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Thank you very much for your lovely words!
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Ah, the pain…it kills sometimes!
Sometimes, memories are all we have, and hopes, too!
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Absolutely! Thank you 🙂
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A story wonderfully told in five stanzas. Memories are indeed funny.
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Thanks a lot! Memories are tricky as well…
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Memories of lost love….bittersweet. Beautifully written Prajakta 🙂
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Thank you, Judy!
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SMiLes.. WiNter
Nostalgia
of SNows
lost
in foot
print of HeARt fouNd now..
heHe.. for me.. wHo kNew..
who feLt.. who SeNSed thaT
Digging wHole of Septic Tank Drain
Field aNew in a kind of ultimate Spring
Cleaning Break could and does BRing
back a lifetime of Memories as
ScentS and FeeLinGS
of Life more
aS Love
to me.. from
Digging holes
to China.. finding
a 1919 copper penny
at age 5 or so.. to Archaelogy
Associate at UniVersity iN EsCavaTioN
of Carbon Fragments and Bones of Indian
Subsistence.. heAR.. to Building a New home
in Fall of ’93 as Dirt yard landscaped with
Green oF eXpensive sod.. as i remember
now the seed didn’t take and the
cycle of Life
and Love
moveS oN as
boTh SpRing NoW aGaIN
Cleaning and Breaking Sod
iN Life aS Love.. Memories
are Emotions.. and Emotions
are Memories.. and a great indication that
your are healthy and well.. mY FriEnd Prajakta.. aS
witHout EmoTioNs aS Memories NoW is suReLy empty morE NoW..
And as
World
PoEtry
Days goes
and comes more..
Poetry exercises
A Love Muscle
morEover aLL EmoTions oF heARt NoW..
aS ‘they’ say.. SpiRit expreSsinG heART iN MiNd
And BoDy BaLanCinG soUL greaTer NoW…
aLL that’s
lefT
iS
Dance more to/for me..
NoW iN gOld oF Years2..:)
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You are so right. Without these memories and emotions and the poetry spilling from it, that is what makes you a healthy human. Thank you 🙂
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My Pleasure..
As Always..
My FriEnd..
Thanks
For your
Inspiring words..:)
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Love that last line. I can feel all of that — very well done.
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Thanks, Joey!
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Great imagery! I can really see this story flashing through the years.
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Thank you very much, JoAnna!
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Last verse took the poem to a whole new level. Love fades, memories don’t.
Beautiful poetry.
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Thanks a lot for your kind words!
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memoriessssssssss .. oh yes .. I wanna go back to them now and to the places
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Hope the ride is full of lovely memories 🙂
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Very touching Prajakta. Some things never really leave us.
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That’s really true, Ranjini! Thank you.
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I felt the bittersweet while reading your post…
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Thanks Sandra…
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Going back to re-read now…beautiful 🙂
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Thank you, love 🙂
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The last line in particular is AMAZING!
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Thank you Christy ❤
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Memories are more funny when you cant explicitly talk about them! 🙂 This was a very nice read.. 🙂
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An “exquisite” creation… Beautifully penned… 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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